Page 124 of Eternal
His smirk widens, like he finds it fucking amusing. “Cute.”
I nudge him with my elbow. “I look better in it than you do anyway.”
He exhales a short laugh, shaking his head like I’m ridiculous. “You’re delusional.”
“No,” I reply with a grin, “I simply have eyes.” I take another bite, my mouth full again. “You’re all broad and stiff and broody. Meanwhile, I make this hoodie look like it was meant to be worn this way.” I pull the sleeves over my hands for emphasis, flashing him an honest smile.
His gaze drops to my hands, then slowly drags back up, like he’s taking inventory of everything about me. Like he sees something I don’t want him to see. “You might be right... I like it on you.”
Fuck me.
Why is he acting like that and why is it working on me?
I hit him in the arm and slap my hand over his mouth before he can say anything else. “You really need to stop flirting with me. It makes me want to punch you in the face.”
He laughs, and then... he kisses my palm.
He. Kissed. My. Palm?
The softest kiss, before he pulls me closer, way closer than I was before. Without a second to breathe, he whispers in my ear, “You stole my hoodie... might as well offer me some heat using your body,partner.”
I don’t say anything. I just shake my head, stuffing my face with food.
We eat in silence for a moment, thigh to thigh. So close that I can smell him on my skin. I shift, stretch my legs out. But his hand remains where it is, fingertips brushing against mine on the bench. A barely-there touch. Intentional, or careless? I don’t know. But I don’t pull away. I should. But Idon’t.
I clear my throat, needing to fill the space between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to have a bike when I first met you. You ride it quite well.”.
Damir arches a brow, finally taking a bite of his food. “You sound surprised.”
I shrug, “Didn’t expect you to be good at something that actually requires patience.”
He chuckles, deep and smooth. “Oh yeah? And what exactly do you think I lack?”
I tilt my head, considering him, eyes scanning slowly. “Charm. Softness. Basic social skills if I might add.”
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “And yet, here you are. Eating dinner with me. Outside of work.”
I pause. My smirk falters.
Shit.
“I can’t say no to food,” I mumble, recovering quickly, “And we’re still team-bonding. Nothing to worry about.”
He laughs, “And you say I’m the one lacking social skills? My pretty partner, you’re worse than me.”
I mock shock. “No, I’m not. I have friends.”
He stops eating and looks back at me with that damn smile. “And who exactly?”
“I have Viktor. I have Kat, the dogs. Hmm…”
“Hmm?” He repeats, his voice lower this time. That sexy smirk still hanging on, and I’m so fucking attracted to him it feels like a problem.
“And you?” I ask, glancing at him.
He takes another bite of his food, looking out over the city. “I haveyou.”
“We’re not friends.”
